Neverwinter Forest life is a highway

Her patrol had been quiet today, that was until she caught the scent of strangers on the breeze, followed a few minutes later by a loud call; she couldn't make out what had been said, but the sound helped her pinpoint the location of the intruders, or the general area at least. She knew the woods well and made quick work of tracking the scents. The fresh scent of rabbit eventually mixed with that of the trespassers, making anger boil in her chest. How dare they cross over their borders and hunt their rabbits?

Simmik sprinted forward once she realized where they were, fueled by her possessive rage and the need to prove herself. It didn't matter that she was alone and likely outnumbered; she continued forward anyway, hackles raising and a snarl rumbling from her chest as she saw the two intruders. It wasn't until she reached the top of the incline that she noticed the familiarity of the male. His scent smacked her in the face, more potent up close, and she realized too late that it was Mesa. She froze, or tried to—she was so stunned that she forgot that she had been sprinting towards the slope, so instead of freezing, she flew over the edge and tumbled down the hill. She landed hard at the bottom, leaping back to her feet after a few seconds. She coughed a few times and shook the snow from her fur, trying to get back some kind of composure and not let the two of them know just how mortified she was. She stared at her brother for a few seconds, unable to come up with anything to say. Finally, she asked: How did you find me? That was why he was here right? Nothing else could explain it.